Lol, Yankee...this is a relatively new behavior. I think Soot and and to a lesser degree myself have been cutting Lil Soot slack when we should have been stepping on that behavior. Moments like that are why I'm glad all my monkies are in the same weight range. Nobody gets hurt before I can break it up. Nobody in the house messes with Seagan, but every now and again the younger ones go yadayadayada against each other. Moon must be full as the Soot was fractious (though he's been a real sweetie the rest of the day) and the 2 legged ones were twits.

I keep going back and forth between play/read/play/read, but I think read is going to win.

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"Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole." -Roger Caras

Yard boy didn't show. Doubt he will. It seems I can only find him when HE wants money and isn't doing anything else. Oh well. Let the weeds grow, it will just make more work for him when I finally corral him.

I am now in a funk and decided to make my awesome oatmeal cookies. Unfortunately, my funk caused me to double the recipe. But that's not the problem, I doubled the already DOUBLED recipe by mistake. Oh well. 8 dozen yummy oatmeal cookies in progress. I can hardly wait. I'll probably eat the first dozen right off the pan.

On top of the poundage Wuuku looked like a wolf and she had big feet and teeth. That "take advantage of the boss" attitude is universal isn't it. No behavour probs this summer because it's already so hothothot all they do is sleep. And we had your humidity on Saturday.

I've sent off -Amazon- for a Stephen King book, Dark Skies No stars, a 5 short stories book. My daughter gave it to me while in Dallas and I started it but of course I forgot to bring it home. Gotta get behind some of these games befor it arrives.

Forte all

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I wish I were a cat and belonged to me ~ My Aunt Helen Mary Rose

I took the dogs to the river and then my days plans went south and I have been trying to calm Merlin down since we came home. He was under the weather before we left and I thought he was just having a bad arthritis day but he's been throwing up since we got home. :sigh: Wish they could talk and tell us what is wrong.

I'm with you Ana about animals talking to us in humanspeak. When cats feel ill they invariably throw up all over, and urinate in the middle of my bed OR on my lap. Sure sign something is wrong and I get the message. Yuk! Too bad the message is unclear.

Yard kid finally showed up. He said he could stay as long as I needed him so I put him to work with a written list. He needed a pen to mark off finished items so I gave him another black marker. The other one 'accidentally' got taken by him last time I made a list. Guess what was missing after he left today? Uhhuh.

So I went over the list, told him to do them in order (I figured it for the least trouble and walking around etc. Again, he's all over the place. AND the last on the list (which I strongly said to do LAST) was planting 3 baby hedges to fill in out front. Sooo I go inside to take a batch of cookies out and come back and he's already planted all 3! All this in 2 minutes. I'm not kidding. I hope they survive.

He needs constant supervision, I was on my feet for 2 solid hours giving directions and then he got a phone call and suddenly had to leave. Yup. The old I've gotta go bit. Well, when he hung up I heard him say, "I love you", so I'm assuming it's the woman he lives with who he used to call his mom. It's actually his step brother's sorta wife and they have one child. Well brother is gone now and I'm pretty sure that the gal (who is 20 years older than him, is putting him to good use. He showed up last month with her name tattooed on his entire forearm. What a mess. He barely turned 21 in May and was 17 when the brother left her. Not a good situation, but it's his life. I don't discuss anything like that with him.

Just wish he was more reliable, but am happy to have several yard chores finally done. Still some left but I'll work on those myself. I might not see him for weeks and weeks. Gave him a dozen cookies to eat (he said he hadn't eaten today) and some Pepsi and water. And some sweatshirts and nice towels I was going to give to the thrift store. He always asks if there is anything I'm donating. It saves me a trip. He's now coming with a 'want' list. Very funny. I gave him about 30 bottles of shampoo and conditioner that I didn't use anymore and he asked if I had any more. How fun.

Off to rest. I'm exhausted. Way too much standing and directing and sweeping up things he left, etc. Gonna sit under the fan for the rest of the day.